So I stopped at H.E.B. the other day to pick up a few things and also to get a flu shot and I was standing in line for the shot and I smelled some perfume that was very familiar, though it took a few seconds to remember why and what it was.
White Shoulders. A girl I dated in high school, more than fifty years ago, wore it. I asked the attractive, fiftyish woman who seemed to be wearing it if it was, indeed, WS. She said yes and how did I know. I explained. She laughed.
Said I have a good sense of smell. We all do, I think. It’s hard to find nowadays, she said. Not popular anymore. When did she start using it? In high school. Of course. Good luck finding it, I said. I’ll think of you when I do, she said.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
What a rake you are.
You’re my kamikaze commenter, Scott, a troll who wings in out of the sun, to strafe. Where’s the immoral conduct here, wordsmith?
My first wife’s mother wore that. Actually, I got along with her much better than her daughter. She was a tad promiscuous, and a lot of fun to be around.
Her daughter just got the first part.
Heh. I had a girlfriend like that, but I got drafted and she dumped me before I could marry her. Looking back, I always liked her mother the best. No White Shoulders, though.
This is a remarkable feat of memory indeed. I wouldn’t be able to keep all the perfume smells in memory. I am not even able to keep the brand names anymore…
I’ve read it’s not all that remarkable, that we have the same abilities, tho to a lesser degree, as other mammals who depend on their sense of smell to stay alive. In this case the girlfriend was a serious one. If she’d been a casual date, I’d probably not have remembered the scent.